The Contract

Chapter 19

Gajeel blushes, looking away. "Are you always going to be able to sense my moods?"

Levy bits her lip, looking down. "Yes, depending on you. The bond we made let's us share thoughts telepathically, emotions, images. But you have to have strong feelings for that emotion, and what not. We share my energy too."

"I get the telepathic part, but why the rest?"

"The emotions," Levy paused before continuing, "Everything is do with with strategy and truth. The strongest emotions you feel, I feel like Pain or happiness. If your feeling pain, I need to know so that way I can help you. I need to know your needs to satisfy you. You can even connect telepathically to me, but you need to concentrate. "

"I should have the choice to tell you what I need and how I feel. It's like sharing images to you. That is my past, or even secrets. They are my own." He suddenly felt guilty seeing Levy wince at his tone. "Sorry."

"No, I understand. They are your emotions and images."

"What about your energy too? You said, you share energy? Doesn't have exhaust you?"

"No, the energy I share with you right now, is minimal. You are hardly using your energy, since you are strong. It's when we are battling, it will be exhausting. I may have a lot of energy, this body gets fatigued."

"Does it have to be that way?" Levy tilting her head at the question, in thought. Her blue hair moving with her. It made him want to touch her, but he restrained. "No one has ever not wanted it. Everything is valuable between us." He watches her, her chocolate eyes looking over his face. He felt his mind go fuzzy for a moment. She must be trying it, he thought, seeing her pierce her lips together. Gajeel didn't like that looks of it, for one, her lips were too cute to be pressed together. Another reason, was-. Her cheeks turn pink again while her eyes looked away from his face. Damn she was cute.

"Didn't work did it?"

"No sorry."

He sighs, leaning against the table. His arm brushing against hers when he crosses his arms. The softness of her skin, made the muscle of his arm twitch. "It's alright. I appreciate that you tried."

They stood there a moment before Levy said, "Gajeel..."

"It's fine. But I have one question, why me?"

She looks at him, answering, "I choose you because...Because when I came here, the first thing I noticed was you. Your confidence, arrogance. You are kind, protective, and you are a leader."

His red eyes meet hers, and he knew she meant every word. A small smirk appeared on his face then. "You noticed me huh?"

Levy laughs, remarking, "Don't tease."

Huh, she thought seeing a serious expression on his face. His red eyes looked intense, and smoldered. Her heart pounded in her ears. She wanted to run, no stay, no run. "Uhm, well, I think I should get going. I promised I would help with dinner today. I'll see you later."

Right as she walked away, Gajeel grabs her wrist, stopping her. She turns her head to look at him, surprised, and excited?

"What is it about you?" Gajeel asks out loud, making her scrunch her eyebrows. "You infuriate me, distract me, and confuse me."

Pulling her to him, his face close to hers. He could feel her breath hitch, and heart pound. Or was that his heart pounding?

"G-Gajeel." She whispers his name, looking at him. His stomach knotted. He wanted to hear it again. She gulps, opening her mouth only to have Gajeel cover her lips with his. The kiss was light and sweet at first. Gajeel then squished her against him, one hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

"G-Gajeel." Her plead gets swallowed with his kiss, his tongue entangling with hers. When he pulls his lips away from hers, she huffs trying to catch her breathe.

"Are you okay?" She nods furiously embarrassed, making him smile.

"I haven't kissed anyone before. We can uhm, continue if you want. Whatever you want."

He paused, looking at her, thinking, What I want?

"...No, no," He pulls away, answering, "But you should get going."

She felt confused looking at him.

"Go. I'll see you later..."

Levy just nods, walking away. He watches her leave, before turning toward the table, putting his hands on the table. What I want, he thought, not knowing how to feel about her statement. Hurt? Mad? Does she not want to kiss him? Or was she just doing what she had to?